Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.